For my beautifully intelligent and innocent niece who asked me why I used to drink.
I drank because I wanted to have fun, it was normalised, everyone did it.
I drank because my parents drank.
I drank because my peers drank.
I drank because despite the fear I felt about being drunk for the first time, I liked the loss of control. It made me bold to kiss boys and tell my secrets and dance all night.
I drank because I learned to like the taste of beer and wine. But never vodka. Vodka had to find a home in coke, ribena, milk. Anything to take away the sting. Read the rest of this entry